We spent two weeks in Qingdao, living in a youth hostel. Each day was about the same: get up late, search the Internet for jobs and other ways to extend my visa, meet some friends in the evenings. There are some nice beaches, and the old German mansions and parks at this time of the year look very beautiful. On a Sunday we went to the beach and found it literally crowded with brides pairs, and their hired, more or less professional, photography companies following them. They were taking wedding photos (before the actual wedding, which is a custom in China) and I had to laugh as they were taking some of the most unnatural and rediculous poses I've ever seen:

This woman looks like she just died
I met some foreigners in Qingdao, and most of them are English teachers. On one good day I called up a visa agent, and arranged a meeting later that afternoon. Her 'office' was just in a residential appartment. I told her I was looking for a job now, and she introduced me to her friend, who is actually her boss. He runs a language training school on the university campus, and the next day they offered me a part time job teaching English to business people. This way it is easier to get the visa papers together. This was on a Friday, and next Monday we would sort out all the paperwork.
Next Monday came, and in the morning that school let me know that they couldn't find enough students (4) to make a class, so no job. The visa agent still could extend my visa, and I was to meet her later that day. All I needed to bring was my passport and two photos. But... where was my passport? I looked everywhere but couldn't find it! I even traced all the restaurants and bars we've been to in the weekend (during Halloween), but no luck.
That afternoon we went to a local police station to get a statement of loss. After trying three different stations, we finally found a station with people actually working in it. The others were all empty. The phone wasn't even answered. (Qingdao is a pretty quiet place now. Apparently many young people have left for Beijing in the last years, and now is low tourist season). At the police office, the officers didn't know what to do: they had never done this before. All I needed was a statement, stamped by the police office, but it seemed to take forever. When all the papers were ready, stamped with my fingerprints, signed trice and copied, all we needed was the signature of a senior officer... who had just gone home. We had to come back the next morning.
We did go back at 9:00 AM next morning and still had to wait 1.5 hours before everything was ready. In the end they gave me a small piece of paper that looks like a supermarket receipt. It was signed and had my name on it though, and so it was all I needed. They then sent us to another office, where I should apply for the 'real' statement. This would take one month. "What?" I thought. I rang the embassy and they told me no problem, just get your ass to Beijing and we'll sort something out.
Nothing to do about it: the next day we boarded a train to Beijing...
It took only six hours and we arrived at 18:30. We rented an appartment for one week (there are many, if you know where to find them) and I went to the Dutch embassy. They told me it would take one week to issue a new passport and I had to pay 50 Euros.
Now I am stuck here in Beijing, one week left to wait. Fortunately some friends are coming to visit, and the weather is still good, so that we can go out and have some fun. After I get my passport, I will have one day left on my visa, so these are exciting times. Now I need to find a visa agent who can give me a new visa, without having a job. There are places that specialise in this, but charge a lot of money. They tell me that, since I will have no visa in my new passport, I need to get an 'exit-visa' which is valid for 10 days and then leave the country. I can fly to Hong Kong to apply for a new visa. After all that, the agent can help me get a 6 month visa.
I'll keep you updated on the latest developments.
In Beijing we enjoy walking around the 'hutongs'. These are little old streets with small buildings all connected, nearly forming a solid wall. Nowadays, many of these hutongs have small shops, bars and coffee shops in them, and they are a nice quiet place to stroll around and get lost in. Normal life still continues all around though; it feels like stepping back in time. Here, old men play Chinese chess or poker on the street; cats and dogs everywhere; the smell of food hangs around the little alleyways; public toilets every 200m because no house has a private bathroom; little vegetable and meat markets everywhere...
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